P.O.W.
here i am alone again burning poems and breaking promises sometimes i believe i might have some answers but i don’t i’m a prisoner of an enemy within interrogated and tortured toyfully released on my own recognizance for another month or two now i walk broken streets bearing hideous scars of undeclared wars scarlet ridges on my body deep, black trenches in my soul Norfolk, Virginia ‘87

Artwork - "West Coast Blvd and the Dreams of Broken Men" by  Thomas Clyde              
 

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